desmond:

"Which room has no windows?"

Yup, met the guy who can't pronounce my name in UM today.

Still the same except he suited up. Fuiyoh!

Desmond

You know, because of all your jokes, which I tell Ching Sze's nephew, I'm now his favourite uncle.

Me
Oooo, so I'm kinda his favourite aunt.


Desmond
Oh, you're an auntie izit?


Me
No, I deliberately avoided that word. Anyway, can I have a Kopiko?


Desmond
*whisper* Take two. One Mentos and one Kopiko.


Me
*takes*


Desmond
*whisper* Take one more for Ruth!

-back in the Faculty-

Me

Here, Desmond gave you a Kopiko!

Ruth
o_o



I miss Desmond! Haha!


On a random note:







One of my favourite cartoons in the 21st century.

They have at least one such weird song in every episode.

This one was when they tried to reassemble an old band, found the former drummer in the library, and tried to convince him that he has rhythm. Haha. =D

hebrews 12:12-13

"Therefore strengthen the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be dislocated, but rather be healed."

I have got to re-align my mind as to the definition of 'lame'.

PMS.

It took me 14 years, but I've learned to either concede, agree to disagree, or just shut up during this period of time. 

*yay*

DMSJ 2012.

DMSJ 2011.

 

DMSJ 2012.

 

 

After 9 years…

 

We won.

 

Not that we’d have died without it,

but we screamed like mad anyway.

Because it was just so unbelievable.

 

Not because we didn’t believe in our contestants,

but because it’s been too long since we last held the cup.

 

Congratulations,

Celine, Joel, Ken (this is my youngest brother whee!).

 

Good job training them,

Derk!

 

And…

all together now:

 

 

Kinda helps me understand how the Israelites felt when they were finally redeemed from slavery in Egypt after 400 years.

Haha.

Some people wonder why I will break a leg and an arm to be there at DMSJ.

Maybe it’s partly due to the fact that I was there at the very first quiz,

when it was still DMS, and not DMSJ.

The year 2000.

I hated being there actually.

I hated the games,

the Fellowship Night.

Mostly because I’m useless on land (still am),

and because I can’t act to save my life.

But by and by, I began to love the people I only saw once a year.

People from Johor,

Shah Alam,

and even Malacca.

Because Malaccans in PJ and KL don’t come home anymore.

We’re always in different places the rest of the year,

but this one day in the year,

we come together and worship in one place.

To me, that is what DMSJ is all about.

Who cares about falling down while trying to get a ping pong ball over to the other side during a telematch game?

Who cares about public announcing to the world that I can’t act via my lousy acting?

Ok, maybe I care.

*self-conscious*

But what are those in comparison to the blessings I receive by simply being there at DMSJ?

DMSJ is not about events and activities,

it’s about the people.

If I can’t fellowship with fellow Christians on earth,

what’s life in heaven going to be like for me?

As much as we are still earthly beings,

I think our earthly lives should reflect as much of our heavenly lives as possible.

After all,

isn’t that what being a Christian is all about?

Anyway,

DMSJ 2012 may be the last in the DMSJ series.

So I’m glad I went.

Haha. =)

this is.

Too pink.

But it's the nicest colour of the lot. so i tried to save the day by making the date blue.

fat.

I was making good progress, finishing my assignment and all.

Then I had to go read a very famous blog about fat people. 

I read it with all neutrality, but the very frequent caps and curse words just made my head spin la. 

It made me imagine the writer yelling and middle-fingering, and it's just not a good scene to have in an already worn-out brain.

I'm tired now. 

*faints*

I don't mean to judge, but I think strong opinions can still be expressed without an entire post of caps and curse words. 

I think sometimes people confuse passion with rage.

prof talat:

"As an officer of the court, the Public Prosecutor has a duty to assist the accused person. This means that if the defence asks the police to serve a subpoena on a witness to compel him to come to court, they must assist the defence. If the Deputy Public Prosecutor comes across facts that are favourable to the accused person, he must make them known to the defence."

I already knew this, from my research for my assignment, and I also knew that the Public Prosecutor is supposed to be an "impartial court officer", whose duty is first and foremost to ensure justice is done, and not merely to secure a conviction.

As someone rightly pointed out, it's impossible to expect so much of a "mere mortal" prosecutor.

So when I asked this question after Prof Talat said what he said, I'd already guessed the answer to it:

"Prof, do they actually do this in practice?"

What I didn't expect was perhaps the split-second "No."

That's why I rolled my eyes. 

If it had been 4 seconds before "No", I may have just nodded knowingly.

To not resign ourselves to a system that has so little to offer.

Now that is something.

burger.

All
-doing assignment-

Kock Sin
Supper!

Me
Ya Kock Sin! Go buy burger for everyone! Be the man!


Kock Sin
... I want to be a boy tonight.

-after awhile-

Chelsea
Supper!


Kock Sin
Burger!


Me
Ya Chelsea! Go buy burger for everyone! Must encourage everyone cuz we're all very down already!


Chelsea
Dowan! I need to keep fit. *saunters away*


Kock Sin
Hmm Tse Hwei, you're very into burger.


Me
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! *points at laptop*

Kock Sin
Why? Why?

Justice Burger. Haha! (Except for the circle, this was not edited in any way)

Esmond:

"All I know [about Nehemiah] is that knee-high-miah is a short man."